Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.